I was a Buddhist and I had to pass through a small bridge in a red world. The sun was setting. There were two bridges I could pass. One of the bridges was strong but small, with a man crossing it. The other one looked fragile and a woman and a child were trying to walk over it. I knew I had to decide which one I had to cross but I couldn’t make up my mind what the best choice would be. If I would go for the strong bridge I wouldn’t feel very brave. But if I would pass the thin bridge I might got killed. Strangely enough I picked the thin one and after a few steps the bridge began to collapse.